Yuugiou, Jounouchi/Yuugi, tenderness, he used to be a thug
Jounouchi used to be a thug.
The world had been harsh, treating him with a striking closed fist and Jounouchi had learned to do the same. Lash out at people, with words and fists and feet and attitude, just to stay safe, stay together, stay on top, stay alive, stay sane.
Yuugi had seen that, had seen past that to realise that what the boy whom everyone thought was a thug wanted friends. Wanted to be close to people but didn’t know how.
It had taken Yuugi meeting Jounouchi’s world, the world of a striking fist, to break the barriers between them. To draw Jounouchi out of that world, to see the other worlds around him.
The worlds of duelling, of friendship, of gentle touch with an open hand. Jounouchi was still harsh, like a golden sunbeam that was too bright to look at, but he was warm and giving and caring once he’d been given the chance. The opportunity to open his closed fist and touch in something other than anger.
And now when Jounouchi touched, such as his battle scared hands on Yuugi’s hips as he slides inside of Yuugi’s eager body, it is so very tender.